The night deepened in the core area of the Shadow Moon Tower.
All was quiet. Most of the lights in the residential district and the Wizard dormitories were out, with only a few magic-illuminating Runes emitting a faint glow.
Beneath the seemingly peaceful night sky, a deep gray shadow was silently darting through.
Gaga had shrunk to the size of a palm, the color of his feathers adjusted by his innate ability to blend almost perfectly with the surrounding shadows.
Only his mismatched eyes remained, glinting mischievously in the darkness.
'The shadow under the statue on the left is the thickest, and the moonlight doesn't quite reach the crack in the window on the right. Gaga! Perfect!'
He muttered to himself silently, his claws tightly gripping a small leather pouch.
This was a small pouch specially made by Ian, sealed with Shadow Energy.
Inside the pouch was his "mission" for the night.
